me-and-my-grey
clouds so grey
rain isnt far away
finally pitterpatpit
and the ground they just hit
a thump into the mud
the red dust swells
need isnt for a squall
for plants to be fed
wide eyes at window panes
tongues that long to graze
run their tip
over tiny lips
someday, one day
a chance will be found
you'll be older
and caught in a storm proud
but forgetting what used to be
not remembering today
a hood will be put up
and feet will scurry away
(is this what it means to grow up?
or are we supposed to believe in the newest Shoppers Stop ad?
guess..we'll never know..for when time does tell us..our ears wont be alert)
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